User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act - Reboot/@comment-3474228-20140225030342/@comment-3474228-20140307005326

OOC: Fast forward some hours I guess.

As the sun rises, the traps in front of the mountain have been set, but not without notice from sneaky vermin eyes over the tops of the dunes. Voltan is notified of these traps as his soldiers get armed and ready to storm the mountain. Voltan cares not for the traps on the beach, his army would suffer those while he disappeared. But when he finally would reapper, the mountain would be his.

Sterling stands in front of an archer's slit inside Salamandastron. At his side are arrows dipped in oil and a flaming torch ensconced in the wall. After realizing how small and inexperienced the Long Patrol is, he feels as if only passion can save them now. Most of all, he feels bad that the young and peaceful Herquil was dragged into this.

General Lenter sits tight in a small pocket in the sand, completely concealed but ready to attack. Next to him in the pit are Harley, Blandor, and Bilgewood. "Alright, chaps, this is th'final stand. May the Lords and Lordesses o' Salamandastron guide us t'victory on th'battlefield. An' may these bold ol' vermin drop at the mere tap of a swordpoint, wot!"

Daggat revels in the glory of being a second in command as he marches next to Shadowbane. The black fox's army travels at a quick pace towards the mountain along the fringe of the forest. As the sun rises, they are just 5 miles from the location of Voltan's army in the dunes.

Slipshade and Firuz make quick haste through the forest towards Salamandastron. Having traveled for three straight days with only two rests, they have made much progress and can see the tip of the mountain peeking through the trees. The only things on the black rat's mind are killing Shadowbane and Blackburn by any means. All these creatures with different goals and different alliegances have converged on the mountain ... as the final battle is about to begin.